Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.